It's hard not to believe The tender heart Will fool you so Overflowing matter I am naked, out of reach Silent and complete But it hangs, constantly This division, inside me It's hard not to believe Those floating clouds Up on the ridge Are hungry ghosts in waiting The one that I'm beholden to's Relentless glow has faded Sit down for the feast Oh, the one's who need it least It's hard not to believe I was born to be loved in The golden age of chatter That endless rope, it pulls me where The tender-hearted gather Sit down for the feast Oh, the one's who need it least It's hard not to believe